Splurge, Part I

Splurge, Part I

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Xiolena carries a hammer to the computer room. She shatters screens, tosses coffee & screams at teacher: “My silence is loud” #ollinsplurge

The teacher is silent. A man – he doesn’t need to speak. His shouting is quiet. She shutters. Waits. Smashes the sharpener. #ollinsplurge

No movement – his stillness destroys mountains. She quakes, cries. Hammers at the projecter, collapses, gets back up again. #ollinsplurge

she tosses aside the chairs the desks. Makes way. He sits. Nothing moves. Nothing ever moves within him, she noticed. #ollinsplurge

she kneels, as her grandmother knelt. She hopesshe prays. He covers his mouth. Makes him louder. The teacher, sir, is waiting. #ollinsplurge

Useless. She despairs. She twists, convulses. When will they learn? She disconnects the power. All darkness. The teacher glows.#ollinsplurge

”I will not stop, I will not bend,” she says, “I am power, I am safe, I am greater – I will… do you know..? Have you seen… #ollinsplurge

”I sit on the behemoth. I am… and will not stand for this. My brilliance is a testament… you will not see me. You will not #ollinsplurge

Xiolena screams: “I am this, I am him. I am as I am. You will not… you cannot… and I will not let you make me into not. “ #ollinsplurge

Teacher lights his lighter. Smokes. “Cruel, criminal” he whispers, raspy, and the oceans reverberate. She tumbles. He smiles. #ollinsplurge

“You stand where I put you. You are seen where I can see you. You are as true as I make you. I made you.” Teacher says #ollinsplurge

“I gave you that A- because you’re not the shine that fits me,” Teacher says. “Matt was A+ because he’s a step above rest” #ollinsplurge

”why not try harder next time?” He says. “Why the fuss? There’s no need to be so upset. You are… so lucky. So fortunate. #ollinsplurge

”a minus a plus. What does it matter the difference” he says. “What’s it to you? What’s it to him? You are the one. You are.” #ollinsplurge

when the gas is in the air you do not see it. She could not see it, but it was there, but no one would believe her. You should #ollinsplurge

when the gas is in the air you do not see it. But you can smell it. She’s unnerved this girl. You should be too. But they say #ollinsplurge

a narrator shouldn’t comment, but who says so? Who judges and who gets to grade? Who gets the grade? Who chooses? Who? #ollinsplurge

Xiolena was a girl. She got an A- while Matt got plus. What’s the difference, & who cares, and why does it matter? You’ll see #ollinsplurge

It happens when you splurge. Have you seen this girl splurge? Watch out for her, this Xiolena, she’s a radical, she’s a Stone #ollinsplurge

She returned that day. This time, but, she was ready for him. [End of Part I]#ollinsplurge

Twitter story in spurts of 140 characters – Title: Splurge – End of Part I – by Ollin Morales… #ollinsplurge to follow this thread…

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